ROCO Friday – Happy VD!
I’d write you a story, but I am heading for the mountains. Have a great Friday and ROCO on this happiest of Hallmark holidays!
Ramblings
E’erybody In The Club
Yes, that song is absolutely my guilty pleasure. As a matter of fact, I may put it on repeat for my drive this morning. Not my usual 10 minute drive, today, I’m heading to…the south office. Going down there once or twice a month is something I agreed to when I accepted the promotion. Fortunately, it’s infrequent. There’s no snow on the ground (it’s supposed to be around 50 today), I have a full tank of gas, and, oh yeah, it’s my FRIDAY! So go ahead and hit replay on that tune up there.
Tomorrow – the Hallmark holiday of Hallmark holidays. We’re going snowboarding. Love is in the air, the thin, cold mountain air. Maybe I’ll draw a heart in the snow. Probably not. Snow angel? Possibly. Big body indentations from where I’ve crashed and burned? Boy I hope not.
I’ve never been big on this whole February 14 shenanigans. I am fairly certain that we love each other every day so we don’t need a “special” day to celebrate it. I mean, we have our anniversary (all three of them) to pick one to celebrate. Why follow the norm? Buck the trend! But I know there will still be cards and flowers and frilly cuz it’s just how we roll. And staycation. Because it’s nice to have someone else clean up after me if only for a day or two.
I thought that I was making this a four-day weekend as Monday is a holiday, but I got talked into coming in since we need coverage. It isn’t a tremendous deal as hubby has to work anyway and the office will be deserted AND I get the day back in PTO so it’ll just make up for some random summer day when I just don’t feel like going in. I know there will be those days when I would rather just go ride my bike or hang out at the trapeze. Last year I was able to do some half-day Wednesdays to get some flying in. I don’t think that’s gonna be accepted this year. Boo! Guess I’ll have to do my flying in the evening like the rest of the working stiffs.
Ahh, speaking of stiff, shoulder, PLEASE! It’s been two weeks! I think it’s likely that I have a bone bruise up there. Pretty sure I had never had this happen and now twice in four months. Either my luck or my balance is going downhill and I can’t quite decide which one. The craziest part is that once I’m up for a little while, it behaves a little better, but I must be doing all kinds of shoulder workouts in my sleep, because when I first get up it’s damn near frozen. Gotta love yoga and shoulder openers. Had my laptop not gone bonkers this morning, I would have had a great session. Instead, I waited a half an hour for stupid Windows updates and then I only had time to write. See that? I chose you guys over working out. Tough choice. 😛
Well, I’m even shorter on time than usual today so I’m gonna call this one. Wave if you see me (or hear me) coming down 25!
Hello?
I wish I was a little bit taller because I have this preconceived notion that taller = better lines. I wish I was a baller if baller means professional who gets paid to do aerial and pole stuff. Ah, wishes, they’re the good stuff. Here’s another: I wish I already had my splits. Perhaps you recall back around the first of the year, I started out like this. I don’t go back often to look at where I was so I was happy to see that there is a tiny bit of progress happening from then to now. See?
 
I’d say that at the beginning of the year, I could put two yoga blocks on top of each other and get them between the floor and the goods. Today I’m almost touching only one yoga block between me and splitsdom. Also, no, those snowboard boots don’t move from that spot. We’re spoiled and we both have two pairs and there’s no more room in that closet that you can kinda see by my back foot. There’s room. We just don’t put things away.
At this rate of progress, assuming I don’t hit the proverbial wall, Â I could have this on the floor before Cruise #1 2014. Gotta love a lucky hubby who wins us a cruise. Pretty stoked that the first cruise is already all paid for outside of the car service I still have to get for us to get from airport to port.
I wish I had a few more readers. I tell myself that I’m writing daily to establish this habit and possibly one day write my great American novel(s), and that’s true, however, my ego loves the good stroke provided by a larger readership. I’m realistic about this. I don’t always write about things of interest to the general public. This blog is more like my open-to-the-world diary and I get it if people aren’t overly excited about the minute details of my life. But I think that we, as a team, yes, you and I, could have more people joining us in this wonderful little space if I had a better idea of what’s interesting to you. Perhaps I should start storytelling here. Â Hmmm, new page to the blog with an addition to the story every week? There’s an idea I just might run with. So, yeah, go ahead and comment down there. Hell, invite a friend, I’m cool with that.
Last thing before I go, and this is really more for me than you guys. Sorry. Please lose 10 pounds. I’m not allowed to have a scale in the house so imagine my surprise when I got on the scale at the gym and it rang me up for a number that I haven’t seen in quite some time. Yes, lay off the carbs there Sergeant SkinnyFat. That is all. Don’t make me go all bootcamp on myself. Ha!
Recap: splits are making progress, I have wishes, I love that song, more readers would be cool, work out harder.
Have a great hump day!
Well, It Isn’t
The video quality there is not so hot, but it ain’t my fault.
Sorry, this post doesn’t really go along with the song, but it was the last thing I heard before I got out of the car last night and I knew that I wanted to use it this morning. This morning, where I’m coming to you live from the basement, either in pigeon pose or foam rolling my inner thighs. Have you ever foam rolled your inner thighs? Like down towards your knee? I’ll let you in on a secret. IT FUCKING HURTS! Damn you, fascia! Damn you, ego, for wanting to move around like a 20 year old when you never even started stretching until  you were almost 30. Damn you hot knives jamming in my leg..oh no, that’s just the roller. It might be possible that I have the tightest hips on the planet. I think I need more hot tub time. Yeah, that’s the ticket. The bonus is that I can have it, I just have to make my way over to the gym. Best $20 a month I spend without doubt. I’m up $20 a month after only going to Zumba. Everything else is a double bonus.
I’ll tell ya what is not a bonus. It’s barely been above 30 degrees here for the last week. I do not mind the temperature because I spend very little time outside when I’m not fully dressed for it. What I *do* mind is the return of spiders. In case you buggers didn’t know, which obviously you didn’t, it is NOT yet spider season. I do not wish to see you (blurrily) out of the corner of my eye when I am working out/stretching/doing yoga. How do you think I can focus on what I am doing when I constantly have to worry about where you went?!?! I’d ask how you even got in, but that would just be a stupid question. I mean, you are a spider and you’re kinda small. Big enough that I’m concerned you might have the ability to bite, but still small in the grand scheme of things. Hear that, spiders? You’re still small UNDER MY SHOE! Today, you live. Tomorrow, we’ll see.
Last night I went to my first group pole class in I don’t know how long. Ugh. I’d call myself a deer on ice skates, but that would be too graceful to describe the hot mess that I currently am. Nothing like a little hiatus to take you back to square negative one. Some takeaways from class include I need to stretch even more (or get new hips), P90X3 may not be nearly enough and I might need to lift, and flow, flow, flow not herk-e. Jerk-e. I’ve not made it to the section yet that really involves weights as that’s in another 2 weeks, but I could see myself going back to the original. It might totally mess up my morning routine, but it’ll be worth it. Probably crazy with this morning routine, but you know, goals and junk.
Just as I suspected, this short week is well on its way to taking forever. Even when I have classes after work, somehow things are still slowing down. Every now and again, I consider more Zumba, but I try not to leave my poor hubby all by his lonesome too many times a week even though he is supposed to be playing Rocksmith while I’m out working out. Tough being married to me, all being expected to play video games. Ah, that reminds me that I haven’t played my own set of video games in a while. So much to do, so little time. Still have to catch up on the first three episodes of The Following. Did manage to catch up on The Blacklist though. I honestly never knew how much I loved James Spader until this show came along. Not young James Spader, now James Spader, particularly as Red. Easily my favorite tv villian-ish guy. I think these are the characters I enjoy the most. Give me a Red Reddington or a Hannibal Lechter any day. Yes, I’ll probably end up tv-dead, but it’ll be fun while it lasts.
Alright, I’m about to go head-to-head and toe-to-toe with Tuesday.Keep  your guard up and strike when your opponent’s guard is down. Work the jab and throw in a combo here and there. Don’t go flat-footed and let’s get that KO! Yeah, watch boxing much?
Slave To The Grind
Nothing starts out your Monday morning like some Skid Row, right? It was really a rhetorical question.
Four day week! At least in our house. Which means, of course, that these four days will take the equivalent of about 6 days. Hopefully having four days off in a row combined with the joy of an income tax refund (that just gets used for paying bills…how boring) will overcome the daily drudgery. Fingers crossed. Four days then I can get that monkey. Off.My.Back.
By the way, Skid Row, saw them in concert back in the day. They opened for Aerosmith. I went with my mom. She found perverse uses for the binoculars. End of story.
Oh, Monday. I wish you didn’t have to be so rough. I know you wouldn’t be if I could do better on weekends, but it’s so tough when all I wanna do is lay around  and eat bon bons or white cheddar Cheetos, take your pick. I promise (myself) that when we hit 90 days in that countdown, the workouts get real (or more real than they already are) because it’s bikinis and vacation and I’m vain.  Wait, let’s make that I’m VAIN. I’m ok with it cuz, hell, I look pretty damn good for 40.
Now, if I could just feel as good….hips, you will be my bitches. Hamstrings, you will comply and loosen up enough, along with your hip co-conspirators,to allow me to get into this front split before the end of the year. I wonder if training oversplits would help me get the regular ones. Someone told me that once. I don’t recall this person’s name, but said person was uber-flexible.
I feel like I should write a lot more here, but at the same time, I’m at a loss for words. Hit it, Baby D. So, yeah, that reference was for all 3 people out there who understand it. I’ve got to go kick Monday in the arse. Have a great day and know that you can do it. Put your back into it.